chicken breast

Even on the darkest, gloomiest day in January, the colour yellow can change my mood. There is something just so welcoming, reassuring, and uplifting about yellow.

Even as a little girl, yellow was my go-to colour. All the other girls in my class were painting their bedrooms rooms pink or purple or pink and purple. Not me. Ever the non-conformist kid who lived outside the box, my room had to be yellow and green. Then again, I was the also the 10 year old girl who, when our school choir was invited to sing at the city performing arts centre, insisted on wearing a pink dress when everyone else was in a white top and black skirt or trousers. And looking back, it’s not because I loved that pink dress (which I did). It was because I didn’t want to follow the crowd (or apparently the instructions!) Would I be as ‘difficult’ today? I don’t think so- I realize that there is a place for individual expression, but on such occasions, perhaps being supportive of the director’s vision is worthy of support!